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I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

over a noisy cup of coffee. he told me i was like jazz and jail and gods.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

lay in the soil we'll sink into the earth. roots will grow and cover us in dirt. weeks will pass before they wonder where we are. they'll set out searchings, shovels and sonar. the grass will grow thick over us. after a while they'll forget about us. flowers and earthworms in the spring. dirt in our throats they won't hear us sing. cover me in clovers. tie me up in lace. sift purple powders. illuminating face. the water slips below hints to us in jest. we laugh and breathe and breathe and hold our breath. and sleep back to chest. filthy lives of simple bliss. underground. the perfect kiss. holding hands with dirty lips. it was the winter that I missed.

My Blog

tuesday night.

i wish i was in montreal.i wish i would fall in love.i'm sitting in a cafeon the corner of 10th and center.the paparazzi dressed as touristthe police dressed as bums.drinking black coffeein week old j...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:23:00 GMT

i thought you said the sun would rise.

the city  shut down hours agopeople aresleeping in their homes.safe as they can belocked securely behind bolted doors.and their safesafe eyelids.the police potrol a few blocksto re assurethat you...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 13:58:00 GMT

i don’t care what you turkeys say!

Here's how you play: Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 16:57:00 GMT

rise and shine.

my heros have police recordsand wear surgical gloveswhen they take naps.my enemies do the same.i've faced death.i've hugged it.laid naked underneath a pear treei've peed in your bushes.spit in your dr...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:09:00 GMT

lineage.

When I was little, I thought the word loin and the word lion were the same thing. I thought celibate was a kind of fish. My parents wanted me to be well rounded so they threw dinner plates at ea...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 18:41:00 GMT

all i know.

We all know that the wind blows and the moon glows and our lungs grow We belong to the floating hand that's made by some animals And we all dance so we can let go and move close and trade lows Like th...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 08:17:00 GMT

swallow.

beachfront hotel, twenty dollars a nightnineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and brighttoo exhausted to think or to talkyoung boys from bangledesh breakdancing on the sidewalkand the waves will tear them ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 05:05:00 GMT